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Life is like a butterfly.

 

 

It can be so short.
It can be so lively.
It can be so colorful.
It can be so free.

 

 My Magic Butterfly

I wear a costume of darkness, in the shadow I hide
I dance to the pulse, the wilderness of my mind
My ecstasy overwhelms, my soul bursts, my heart shines
With the smoke flying like a magic butterfly, I shade the sky

To the dazzling sky the colors dance, it is not only in my mind
I see it, I feel it, I sense the colors glide
In the darkness, there, the sound
The haunting sounds of the magic butterfly

The bloody rose red hums
My head pounds like a giant drum
Every pound beats my heart chokes; every pound breaks my heart dies
Drum Tap Drum Tap… I feel the pain, the gory pain, from the magic butterfly

The intense orange pierces my eyes, yet softens my sight
I laugh at the world, I smile at my ugly side
Drum Drum Drum Tap Tap I realize  
Reality is there, always there, never dies

The warm yellow rouses my empathy
I love people, I care for humanity
I see their worth as precious stones twinkle before sunrise
I see their breathing souls shine away the dark night

The peaceful green touches my palms
Rest there, unwind there quietly and calm
Echo the silence sound in a bay full of hope
Secured on the wings of a silent dove

The ocean blue hums my legs, shudders my throat
Snatches my heart, trembles my soul
Dampens my eyes,
Grief and heartache I hide

The China blue entertains my feet, floats me to the sky
To the land I dream of, the land only exists in my mind
To the land that I hope I could find
Something that I know I will never find

The graceful purple heightens
Swirls me, I am frightened
Raises me into the wings, the fragile wings
Of the magic butterfly

Day visits, reality rises
There gone the beats,
There gone the drums,
There gone the wings of hope

In the darkness I search
In the darkness I lie I am heard
With the brilliant sound I paint my freedom
On the frail wings of my magic butterfly

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